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letra de bacc out - r3 da chilliman

[intro]
(kaliq got that heat)

[chorus]
they said i wouldn’t make it, had to grind out the gutter
she put that p-ssy on the gang, so i’m like, why do we love her?
they paid for what they did, but that sh-t still ain’t enough
don’t want n0body around me, that sh-t f-cked up my trust
seven hundred grand and that’s just one f-ckin’ cuban
up this pistol on you, don’t make no sudden movement
n-ggas fake and phony, watch ’em change by the day
it ain’t sh-t to suit up, be on your block with a k

[verse]
they ain’t think i’d bounce back, it was all bad, they forgot about me
then i popped back out with them bands, they wanna holler at me
gen5 bulgin’ out my pants, don’t approach me, man
i be sittin’ courtside with my b-tch, you in the nosebleed stands
it’s hard to believe the n-gga really ballin’, he don’t got no ice
bullets hit the n-gga below the waist, you don’t get no stripes
if you ain’t pop a n-gga up for threezy, you is not my homie
i’d rather hold my nuts then shake his hand, act like i don’t know him
you ain’t send a blitz, when sh-t got real, you ain’t war ready
b-tch, i’m poppin’ pills and sippin’ drank, i got a wock’ belly
i can hit the trap, tote straps and go k!ll n-ggas
or get rich off rap, kick up my feet and count mills, n-gga
[chorus]
they said i wouldn’t make it, had to grind out the gutter
she put that p-ssy on the gang, so i’m like, why do we love her?
they paid for what they did, but that sh-t still ain’t enough
don’t want n0body around me, that sh-t f-cked up my trust
seven hundred grand and that’s just one f-ckin’ cuban
up this pistol on you, don’t make no sudden movement
n-ggas fake and phony, watch ’em change by the day
it ain’t sh-t to suit up, be on your block with a k

- r3 da chilliman

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